Return Of 4eva Lyrics - Krit Wuz Here - Big K.r.i.t.

What a difference a day makes 

It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho) 

Pimp tight (pimp tight) world wide 

It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho) 

Outer space (Outer Space) Enterprise 

It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho) 

Live (live) from the (live) from the underground 

It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho) 

I'm talking once upon a (once upon a) time in the south 

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It's the young K-R I-T 

Mackin' hoes like n*ggas with perms and gold teeth 

Candy paint, Caddie doors, high feel 

Gator toe fetish with diamonds against the wheel 

Like a pimp, never slack, never fold 

Shake 'em up, break 'em, and slam 'em like dominoes 

On the floor, by my notes, playa made, 

Replenishing these b*tches with pimpin' like Gatorade 

Tailor made, super tight, Mr. B 

Lookin' for a diva to wide receiver a D 

Touch down, outta sight, let it go 

Comin' out hard 

Photos 

Well, it's Big Sant b*tch 

And I'm a mob type figure 

Comin' down on you hoes and you pussy ass n*ggas 

Forever international, sipping sake with my Asian gal 

My address is the winner's circle, you can hate me now 

Hotter than my leather in the summer with the windows up 

The word legend never get said 'less you mention us 

My speech is mink, I want it all plus the kitchen sink 

The whip white, time right, money green, pussy pink 

Yeah, you can do with that; think I'm lyin' 

Baby cho's on my poes, hoe I'm polished just to shine 

Add the blue blockers and gators and even Stevie could see 

So look at me, motherf*cker, look at me 

Man I'm coming out harder than you could ever imagine 

Paper stackin', breaking mics, livin' the fastest (yeah) 

I keep dimes on deck like a bank teller 

Pimpin' so strong ain't sh*t that I can't tell her 

You ain't even on my radar ho 

I can't smell ya, can't see ya, don't know ya, partna' 

So you ain't special 

See we alumni, n*gga, next level 

See me on top of the food chain, no pressure 

Now hold up, hold on 

Get with it b*tch 

Throw money like hot potatoes 

Can't wait to get rid of this 

Emphasizing my emphasis 

Don't sleep on my lyricism 

Glow like the moon and stars 

Shine like a billion prisms 

See the vision clear as day 

Randy Savage with my mouthpiece 

Life coach, quite hard, lost hope, outreach 

Plenty done it but none can measure 

To the pace and the treble of a motherf*cking rebel 

Sounds easy, doesn't it?